"Aaron, you asshole," Lance yelled at his brother. Aaron said he was sorry, but he laughed as he said it.

Lance tried to type, but the glass his brother had knocked over had soaked the keyboard and none of the key strokes caused letters to appear on the screen. The keys were sticky, and many of them stuck down when Lance tried to type. The keyboard was ruined, and there was little chance their mom would buy another one since this one was the replacement she had just bought two weeks ago when Lance dropped the monitor on the old one, breaking both the monitor and the keyboard.

"You ruined the keyboard and now you have to replace it, dick breath," Lance yelled.

"Just try cleaning it," Aaron said. "You're good at cleaning." With that, Aaron was out the door, still laughing.

The money for the new monitor and keyboard was coming from his allowance, meaning he had little money to spend. He had only the change he kept in a drawer that his mother hadn't taken. He starting looking throughout the house for any more lose change. He found a dime under a couch cushion, and a nickel and three pennies under his brother's bed. That and the 95 cents he had in the drawer was it. He wasn't going to be able to buy a new keyboard, but maybe a used one at the second-hand store over on Main Street. He couldn't even save the story he had been writing.

The store, Unique Items, had just opened a few weeks ago. The sign in the window said, "I know why you're here, and I have what you need." Lance hoped it was true, and that what he needed could be purchased for under a dollar before tax.

A small bell jingled as Lance opened the door. "Welcome to Unique Items," a man inside said. "I am Leland Gaunt; how may I be of service to you?"

"I need a keyboard," Lance said as he looked around. He didn't see anything that looked like something he needed.

"I'm afraid the only one I have is over there, and I'm not even sure if it works." Lance looked to where Mr. Gaunt was pointing and saw something that must have been from decades ago. The keyboard was balky, and heavy. The coiled cord had been cut once and it looked like it had been glued back together. The connector on the end was a type he'd never seen before and he knew it wouldn't plug into his computer.

"I think this must be for some old computer," Lance said. "It isn't what I need. Unlike the sign in the window."

"Ahh, but perhaps you only think you need a keyboard," Mr. Gaunt. Tell me what the problem is, and maybe I do indeed have what you need."

"I'm a writer, or I want to be. I write stories. I've submitted some to magazines that publish short stories, but none have been acceptable so far. But this morning my stupid brother spilled cola all over the keyboard and now it's ruined. I can't even save the story I was writing."

"Then it would seem that it is your brother who should be here looking for a keyboard."

"It should be, but he doesn't care. He's a year older than me and I can't make him do anything. And my mom doesn't help. When she's not home he can do whatever he likes."

"Older, hm, and how much older?"

"I turned thirteen last month and he's fourteen months older than me."

"I see. Well, perhaps you need some help with writing creatively. I might have just the thing for that." Mr. Gaunt turned and opened a cabinet.

"Thank you Mr. Gaunt…"

"Please, no need for such formalities. Call me Leland."

"Okay Mr. uh, I mean, Leland. But I need a keyboard, not a lesson in creative writing. So, thanks, but…"

"Here we go." Leland Gaunt turned and put a box down on the counter. "It will work with your computer, but it uses a pen and this special pad. I have found that writing things out with a pen stirs much more creativity than punching keys on a typewriter or computer keyboard. And it's just 90 cents."

Lance opened the box and looked inside. The pad had a cord with a plug that matched a keyboard plug, so it would at least connect with his computer. The stylus looked and felt like a regular pen. "I don't know," he said to Mr. Gaunt. "I mean, I was looking for a keyboard, and this…"

"I do believe that this is what you need," Leland said. "Take it home and try it. If you determine it really isn't want you want, bring it back for a full refund. But take care to read the instruction manual."

Lance figured he may as well try it, as long as he could bring it back if it didn't work. He thanked Mr. Gaunt ("Please, I much prefer Leland,") and took it home. He unplugged the keyboard and set it aside and plugged the pad into the back of the computer. He pulled out the instruction manual and looked in the index for how to save something. Once he knew how, he saved the story he'd been working on before Aaron had ruined the keyboard.

Outside his window, Lance could hear Aaron shooting baskets. Aaron had his earbuds in and was singing, off key and loudly, along with the music he enjoyed. Rap. Lance hated rap. Mostly because his brother liked it. Then the basket ball bounced off the side of the house, narrowly missing his window.

Aaron should be in a cage, Lance thought to himself. The pen moved in his hand, and when Lance looked at the monitor he could see the words he'd just thought.

"Hey, what the hell?" Aaron yelled from outside his window.

More from curiosity than anything else, Lance rolled his chair over to the window. Out on the driveway his brother was in a cage. A cage made of steel bars, just tall enough for his brother to stand, and with no more than three feet [90 cm] to either side.

Lance echoed his brother's words. He rolled back over to his desk and looked at the words on the monitor. Aaron should be in a cage.

"This can't be real," he said to himself. "Forget that thought and get back to work." The words he had thought disappeared from the screen, and a moment later he heard his brother singing again as the basketball bounced off the backboard.

But the sound of the basketball distracted him from working on his story. It would be funny if it was real, he thought to himself. Aaron should be naked and confined in a cage.

It got quiet outside his window, and he saw the words on the screen. He got up and looked out the window. His brother was crouched down, trying to hide his naked body while inside a cage in the middle of the driveway.

"Make the cage so that he has to stand and his arms are trapped outside the cage," he said, this time out loud. He blinked, and in that moment what he saw changed. Now Aaron was standing. His head was outside the cage, with four small bars surrounding his neck. His hands were off to the sides, again with small bars around his wrists. He was unable to lower his head or move his arms.

"This is unreal," he said to himself. He glanced at the monitor and saw his instructions printed on the screen. He decided to go out back and check it out, still not believing it was real.

Aaron's chin was quivering. At fourteen, it was hard to make him cry, but he was right on the verge of starting. Lance couldn't take his eyes off his brother. He wasn't gay or anything, but it was the first time he'd seen Aaron naked since they were little kids.

"Lance, what's happening?" Aaron asked him.

Lance didn't answer. He walked up and touched the steel bars of the cage. They felt real. He realized there was no door, the cage was solid.

"SHIT," he heard behind him. He knew the voice, it was his next-door neighbor, Leo. Leo was thirteen, his birthday fell almost exactly half way between his and his brother's. "How'd you do it?" Leo asked as he joined Lance next to the cage. "There's no door or opening. How'd you get him in it?"

"I, uh, I don't know," Lance said. "I just kind of thought it. I got this pen today, and it seems to make what I say become real."

"Bullshit," Leo said. "Prove it. Make his hair go away."

"Aaron shouldn't have any hair," Lance said, and a moment later his brother was completely hairless. The hair on his head, arms, legs, and pubes was gone. Even his eyebrows were gone.

"Erase that," Lance said, and the hair returned. "Aaron shouldn't have any pubic or underarm hair." And then he didn't.

"Damn," Leo said. "Give me that." He grabbed the pen from Lance's hand and said, "Aaron should have a boner and a total desire to jack off."

Both boys were surprised when Aaron suddenly had an erection and started doing all he could to get his hands free. "Let me go," he said though clenched jaws as the need to tough his dick grew stronger.

Lance turned to take the pen back, but Leo was one step ahead of him. "Lance should be in a cage, the same as Aaron."

A moment later, a very scared Lance was caged exactly as his brother was. He was without pubes; and had a raging boner and strong desire to play with it but was unable to because of the small bars that confined his wrists.

"Lance and Aaron are my slaves, and will do anything I tell them to do, even if I don't have the pen," Leo said. Then he said, "The cages should go away." A second later he had to bring the cages back, because where ever they had gone, Aaron and Lance went with them. "Let Leo and Aaron out of the cages and then make the cages go away."

"Bow down to me," Leo said. Lance and Aaron both bowed down. "Oh, hell, this is going to be so much fun. Let's go inside before someone sees you before I'm ready." He led his two slaves into the house.

"Let's start by you telling me how this pen works," Leo said to Lance.

Bound by slavery, Lance quickly filled Leo in on the pen, the pad, and his computer.

"You two wait right here, and don't move," Lance said. He went to Lance's room and saw the words on the monitor and the pad on the desk. "Too dangerous to leave this here," he said to himself. He reached around to the back of the computer and unplugged the pad. He didn't notice that everything in Lance's story that hadn't been saved disappeared.

In the family room, Lance and Aaron were suddenly dressed again, and no longer thought of themselves as slaves. Neither fully understood it, but as they heard Leo's footsteps approaching, they quickly agreed they needed to work together.

Leo was surprised to see his two slaves dressed and on opposite sides of the entrance to the hallway he had just come from. He was unable to prevent the boys from grabbing the pen and the pad from him but was able to make his escape out of the house.

Aaron had the pen, and Lance the pad. They stared at each other, each knowing the one who had both items could rule the day. Knowing that his brother was bigger and physically stronger, Lance knew he needed to make a deal or be his brother's slave, perhaps forever.

"Leo's our enemy," he said. "Let's make a deal. We work together."

"I don't need to work with you once I get that pen," Aaron said. He pushed the pad safely into his hip pocket and started advancing on his brother. "And you are going to pay for what you did to me."

Lance was torn between running or fighting to get control of both items. Then another thought occurred to him. A very dangerous one, but better than running and having Aaron find him and get the pen anyway. While he was talking, he suddenly realized what must have happened to free him and Aaron. Even if he was trapped by his brother, as long as Aaron didn't save the words, he could unplug the pad and end it.

"I agree, I made a mistake and I have to pay for that," he said. "All I ask is that you don't do anything to me that I didn't do to you and that you release me after you've gotten your revenge."

Aaron smelled a rat. His brother was giving up too easily considering the power he would have over him if he had both items. "No deals. You're trying to trick me. You know where that pad goes and I don't. But I'll figure it out."

"I'm not trying to trick you. I can't win fighting you, and I can't run forever. Sooner or later you'll catch me and force me to tell you where I hid the pen. So, I offer a conditional surrender. The only other choice I have is to break the pen in half, and then only Leo wins." He held the pen in both hands and started to flex it.

"You trust me that much?" Aaron asked him.

"No. Never. But what choice do I have? I don't want Leo to get away with what he did. So, either I break the pen now, or I accept your word that you'll honor the surrender terms I offer. I'll give you the pen. I'll even plug the pad into the computer. You get to have your revenge, but when it's done, you release me and we work together to get Leo."

"Were you ever going to stop messing with me?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know. I'm pretty sure my sense of decency would have kicked in soon and make me stop. I hope so, because if I surrender to you I can only hope that you have a sense of fair play too. I'll take that chance. I need to hear you promise to honor the terms, or I break the pen now." Lance flexed the pen ever further.

"Okay, I promise to honor your terms," Aaron said after a few seconds of hesitation. He still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't see anyway his brother could get the upper hand no matter what he did. "Prove you surrender by giving me the pen."

Lance's cheeks turned red, knowing he was about to face many horrible hours, but he handed over the pen.

"Take off your clothes," Aaron said as he held the pen in his hand.

"The pad has to be plugged in to the computer before the pen will work," Lance said. "And, you have to be specific. Use my name. Give me the pad and I'll plug it in."

"No, I don't trust you," his brother said. "Show me where it plugs in and I'll do it."

They went to the computer and Lance turned it slightly so the back could be seen. "It plugs in here," he said, pointing to the correct spot. "You can see the plug matches the spot. As soon as you plug in the pad, the pen will work. You don't even need to write it on the pad. I don't think you even need to say what you want out loud, I think it reads your mind."

"That's crazy, how can it read your mind?"

"How could I put you naked in a cage?" Lance answered.

"Okay, but I still don't trust you. Go stand over there on the other side of the desk." Aaron pulled the pad from his pocket and made sure the pen was in front of him. He glanced at his brother, who was standing on the other side of the bed. There was no way Lance could get to the pen before he could grab it. He plugged the cord from the pad into the back of the computer. Lance didn't move. He picked up the pen and said, "Lance should be in the same cage I was in."

Suddenly, both boys were in the driveway. Aaron was naked, Lance was not, but both were in a small cage. In his surprise, Aaron dropped the pen. With his arms trapped out the sides of the cage, he could not retrieve it.

"Good thing you didn't specify that I be trapped like you are," Lance said. He reached out and picked up the pen. "It's also a damn good thing that the pen didn't roll away. Erase Aaron's command."

A moment later they were both back in the computer room and Aaron had the pen in his hand.

"I played fair," Lance said. "I could have freed myself and left you. But instead I just erased your command, knowing we'd end up back where we are. You accepted a conditional surrender. Try again." He handed the pen over to his brother.

Aaron looked confused. He knew that Lance was the smart one, but he still should be able to figure this out. However, he now understood there was a risk if he screwed up. If Lance hadn't been able to get the pen, Leo might have come out and found them and the pen. "You know what I want, what should I say?"

"Say I should be naked in a cage and unable to move," Lance said, knowing he would regret it.

"I should be…"

"Stop," Lance yelled. "If you say 'I' you will be the one in the cage. You need to use my name."

"Oh. Thanks." Aaron was beginning to understand, and it was good that Lance was playing fair. But that didn't mean he needed to be nice to him in return. "Lance should be naked in a cage and unable to move."

A moment later a cage, slightly smaller than the one Aaron had been in, appeared in the room. Inside was Lance, totally naked and standing without moving.

"Shit," he said, and then hoped that Lance wouldn't start crapping on the floor. "The cage should be in the driveway in front of the basketball hoop." The cage disappeared, but Lance still stood there without moving. "What am I don't wrong?"

Lance didn't move. Aaron commanded him to answer, but still he didn't. Then he realized the problem. "Erase all my commands," he said, and a moment later they returned to where they had been immediately after he had plugged the pad into the computer. Only Lance was sucking in air as if he were suffocating.

"As you commanded, I couldn't move," Lance said once his breathing slowed to closer to normal. "Worse yet, I nearly died, and I don't want to find out if that thing can revive me. Without moving, I couldn't breathe. You need to be careful."

Aaron thought for a few seconds before saying, "Lance should be confined in a cage in the driveway in front of the basketball hoop the same way I was."

Aaron moved to the window and saw that this time he got what he wanted. Just as he had been, his brother was now naked, with his head and wrists trapped outside the cage. "Remove all of Lance's pubic hair." Aaron could see the change even from this distance. Satisfied, he decided to leave him for a while and have some lunch. Then he needed to decide what he was going to do with his brother. And with Leo.

Ten minutes later he was just about to sit down and watch some TV while enjoying his lunch when someone started pounding on the back door. Pissed at the interruption, he went to the door where he saw Leo's sister. Linda was twelve, but big for her age. He opened the door and then remembered that Lance was in the cage naked, and Linda must have seen him.

"Why is Lance naked in a cage," she said. "I've already called the police."

In the background, Aaron thought he heard a siren. He turned his back from Linda and said, "Erase my commands." Then he turned back and pointed to the driveway. "You mean that Lance? My brother?"

Linda turned, just as a police car pulled into the driveway. Lance, fully dressed, was standing there, and no cage was in sight. The police man was getting out of his car.

"He was there," she said to the officer, pointing to the spot where Lance had been standing. Lance had come over to the backdoor. "He was in a cage, and he was naked."

"I think you need to find out what she's been smoking officer," Aaron said with a forced smile. "As you can see, my brother isn't naked, and there is no cage."

"Could you open the garage for me?" the officer asked.

"Sure," Aaron said. He went to the front of the garage and entered the code to open the door. The officer looked inside. There was no cage.

"How big was this cage?" the officer asked Linda. "What was it made of?"

"It was big enough for him to stand in, and his arms and head were outside the cage. It was made of steel bars about this big around." Linda held her hands apart to show the diameter of the bars. "And there was no door."

"A cage like that would weigh far more than that boy could carry," the officer said. "How long ago did you see it?"

"Just before you pulled in. It was there, in the driveway, and he was in it, naked."

"I think I need to talk to your mom or dad. Can I come in?" The officer approached the back door.

"You can come in, but Linda lives next door. My brother and I were just about to have lunch when she came pounding on the door yelling about seeing Lance naked and in a cage. I think it's her parents you need to talk to."

The office wanted to come into Lance and Aaron's house first, but after a quick look around, he left and went next door with Linda. The car stayed in the driveway for nearly an hour while the officer was in the house next door.

"What was it like when she saw you naked?" Aaron asked.

"Who saw me naked," Lance asked, looking confused. "Wait, you mean Linda really did see me naked? And then you must have erased everything you did to me." He wanted to ask what else Aaron had done to him, but he turned and looked out the window and saw the cop coming to the back door. "He's coming back here," he said to Aaron.

"Her brother backed up her story. He said you have a magic thing that makes strange things happen, and that you plan to use it on him. Their mother is considering getting them some help. Sorry to bother you."

"No problem," Lance said. "If I really was naked in a cage with no door, I'd sure want some help getting out."

The officer got half way to his patrol car before stopping and turning around. "There was something oddly convincing about the two kids said. I don't believe you have a magic device, but I do think something very strange is going on. I'm going to be making frequent patrols in this area." Without waiting for a response, he got in his car and backed it out onto the street. Then he sat there, entering notes into his journal.

Lance saw his brother start to pull the pen out of his pocket and put a hand on his wrist. "Don't. We don't know the limitations on that. We, you, need to be very careful."

"You don't even remember being in the cage, do you," Aaron said. Lance's face turned red again as he shook his head.

Aaron held the pen in his hand. "I could make the cop forget he was here. I could make the notes he's taking go away."

"I think its too complicated. Linda called 911. Other people know. I think you should let the cop believe what he believes – that something strange is going on. He doesn't believe in magic devices, but if you start messing with his memory who knows what will happen. We just need to be more careful."

Aaron lowered his hand. "Okay, maybe you're right. But you still need to be punished for what you did to me. And so does Leo."

Aaron waited until the cop car pulled away, and then raised the pen and said, "Leo wants to come over here and play." A few minutes later there was a knock at the back door. Aaron motioned for Lance to go and answer it, and he opened the door and let Leo inside. There was no way now to stop his brother, whatever he had planned was about to happen.

He didn't hear what his brother said to the pen, but he could guess. He had a sudden unnatural desire to suck Leo's dick. And from the way Leo looked, Aaron had made Leo feel the same way about his dick. The need to see it, to suck it, was so strong I stared pulling off Leo's pants as he did the same with mine.

Aaron came in with a huge smile on his face just as the two of them figured out how they could both achieve their desires at the same time. Lying side-by-side and head-to-foot on the cold kitchen floor, they both took what they desired into their mouths. It was awkward. Neither one had ever had a dick in their mouth before. But they figured it out.

Leo came first, filling Lance's mouth with his cum. But as Leo swallowed it down, he found he still hadn't had enough and hung onto Leo while he continued to suck his dick, feeling his own impending climax.

Aaron sat there watching as both boys continued to suck each other until they had both cum twice. Then he raised the pen and said, "Leo and Lance both know they can do this later, but now they want a chance to suck my dick. I want Leo to go first."

The boys released each other and got up while Aaron removed his pants.

"Why does he get to go first," Lance complained despite knowing that he was being forced to want to do it by the creative writing pen. "I'm your brother, I should go first."

Aaron had his pants off and was about to remove his boxers when he realized he was exposing himself to a danger. While one sucked his dick, the other would have a chance to gain the pen.

"We will all go to my room to do it and you two won't leave without permission," he said, holding the pen up. When his brother and Leo had passed him and headed for the bedrooms, Aaron put the pen down on the kitchen table and then followed them.

Once inside his room, he removed his boxers. He was already hard, and Leo wasted no time locking his lips over it. Aaron wanted it to last, but he knew he could now get this whenever he wanted and allowed Leo to finish. Then he had to push Leo back to allow his brother to do the same.

He lasted a bit longer before filling Lance's mouth with a smaller amount of cum. Now he had a problem he hadn't anticipated as both of the boys still wanted to suck his dick. He tried telling them to stop, but he didn't have the pen in hand and they were still both bound by the order he had created.

Leo and Lance clung to him, each trying to lock their lips over Aaron's shaft, as he made his way back to the kitchen, where he had the surprise of his life. Sitting at the kitchen table was Leo's sister Linda. And she held the pen in her hand.

"My brother will suck Aaron's dick and Aaron will allow it and Lance will let them." As Aaron and Leo headed back towards the bedrooms, she gave another command. "Leo will suck Aaron in here while I watch. Lance will play with himself the way he does when he's alone."

She watched, with obvious pleasure, as her brother got on his knees in front of Aaron and gave him another blowjob while Lance was rubbing his hand up and down his shaft. Soon the room filled with a smell she had smelled in her brother's room and now she knew what it was: Semen.

She then ordered all three boys to stand with their hands behind their backs as she inspected them. She removed the pubic hair from Aaron after noticing that Leo and Lance didn't have any. And then she ordered Lance and Aaron to tell her everything they knew or suspected about the pen she had in her hand.

Hoping it would work, she ordered them to stand as they were and then went to the computer room where she saved the file. She noticed it was at the end of a story and grew more interested in that, but she decided she would read that later. Right then, she had to take a potentially dangerous chance. She unplugged the pad from Lance's computer. She waited to see if the boys came; when they didn't, she took the pad and the pen back to the kitchen and headed for the back door. She saw the fear in the eyes of all three boys when they saw what she had in her hands, but none of them moved. She left and went home to set it up on her computer.

Aaron, Lance, and Leo didn't know for sure what was happening, but they could guess. And a few minutes after they left they realized they were free to move, but had only the desire to walk, wearing only the shirt they still wore, next door, knowing that when they arrived, things were going to be a whole lot worse.

The End.

How did you like it? Oh, by the way, a change of authors. This is Linda. I found that Lance wanted to write a creative story, and I ordered him to write what you just read. He started to write it first person, but I made him change it to third person. I liked it, especially the part where I catch them.

Boys aren't very smart. Right after the police office left suddenly Leo wanted to go visit Aaron, and that didn't make any sense. I followed along behind, and hid outside the kitchen window and watched, listened, and learned. And when Aaron stupidly left the pen behind and took the boys to his room, I entered and took control of the pen. I am not that stupid. I've read the rules, something Lance should have done.

The pen works well for me, for I have a purpose, something the pen desires. It worked a bit for Lance because there was a chance he could use it to sell stories, and it worked for Leo and Aaron long enough to see if there was a purpose. I think the reason Aaron left it behind for me to acquire was actually a command from the pen because he wasn't using the pen as required. If Lance had just used the pen to write more creative stories, he'd be on his way money. But the stories he was writing were trash, it was no wonder none of them ever got published. The one he wrote for me will be published on a free site somewhere, and if you're reading this, then you found the site.

My purpose started out to just make a few bucks. I was tired of boys thinking they ruled everything, and using Leo, Lance, and Aaron, I was able to convince a few girls to part with some of their hard-earned money to allow me to convince their brothers on a new behavior path.

The boys, so fearful of ending up naked in school or somewhere public, quickly mended their ways, and word of mouth was all the advertising I needed. Thanks to Lance's mistakes I already knew about saving my work, but as I used it I discovered a few other limitations of the pen, the biggest one being distance. It seemed to have a connection range of not more than 250 feet [75 m], less if dense objects were between the pad and the pen.

The next biggest limitation was that the commands also had distance limitations. I could, for example, order a boy to walk to school naked, but once he got beyond a certain distance from the pen the command was no longer in effect even if I'd saved it. The distance seemed to vary with the boy in ways I can't understand, but even the least susceptible boys will follow commands out to around a half mile [750 m]. A mile or so [1500 m] seems to be the maximum.

Of course, I never let any boy know this. If I ordered him to do something and he got outside of range I noticed that the order on saved document changed to a different font. Even if the boy came back into range, the font didn't change. At first, that looked like my money-making idea was out the window. But then I started saving things to the cloud and used my cell phone to connect to the file. I don't know how it works, but that gave me the ability to extend the range, but only by my physical presence near the boy while my phone was connected to the file. And even then, it seemed jumpy and unstable.

But as long as my victims (trained boys, as I refer to them) didn't know of any limitations, I got them to believe that I might cancel an order at any time just to test them. I actually tested that on Leo once and had him go to the park naked. I knew the order quit working because I saw the font change, but Leo was so scared of me that he continued to the park even though the command was no longer active!

So now, our small and mostly isolated community has the nicest and most polite boys you will ever meet. None of them will ever breath a word of why they behave so pleasantly, so if you find us, just accept it. If you're a preteen or teen, you'll know us, for adolescent boys in our town are sometimes seen naked in public. Most of the time it happens because they didn't follow a rule, but sometimes just because a girl wanted to see one of them naked. You should see the look of fear in their eyes if I show up with pen in hand. They are willing to do anything to avoid being compelled to do it by use of the wand, which is fine by me. The control that we girls have is beyond anything we could have otherwise achieved.

Also, our boys are always clean. Never dirty and smelly, especially not in school, not if they don't want to shower in the girl's locker room while dozens of girls watch. Also, boys are expected to allow girls to conduct inspections to see if they have clean underpants on. Of course, the inspections are frequently done by having the boy remove his underpants and stand at attention until the inspection is complete.

Boys are not allowed to play with themselves in private. We girls understand that boys need time to release the stuff their gonads produce, but most are limited to seeking permission (from a girl, generally a sister or female cousin) and then performing the act in front of one or more girls. A few girls won't allow boys to touch themselves. Those boys have to seek out girls to do it, and sometimes even other boys. The girl who lives across the street from me won't allow her brother to play with himself until he has paid lip service (you know what I mean) to boys she likes while she watches. And those boys are free to make their own demands for the indignity they suffer having girls watch them receive oral sex.

Prurient interests, whether mine or one of my friends, are always fun times for the girls here, but never for the boys. So far, the pen seems to allow that, but I'm cautious and limit the number of times I use it for that purpose. But most boys are so afraid of another training session from me that they will do anything asked of them even when the pen isn't used.

The worst time for boys is when they have cousins visit from outside of our little town. Sisters always like to put on a show for their female cousins, and I always get some extra spending money for training their boy cousins.

There is another limitation that I hate. The pen seems to be totally unable to work on anyone outside of an age range. The range isn't a specific number, it varies from person-to-person, but sometimes it works on a 16 or 17-year-old, sometimes a little older. I have not yet met anyone 19 or older that is affected by commands delivered by the pen, and I pretty much accept that sixteen is probably the oldest boy I will be likely able to command. The very youngest age is eight, although it isn't until age ten or eleven that I can count on it working.

I've carefully concealed this from the boys I've trained, as this means that within a few years I will no longer be able to control my brother or my friend's brothers. Fortunately, an occasional maintenance call is necessary, and there is always a new crop of boys coming into age who need training so I can maintain a true purpose for the pen.

The training and retraining is always done outside the watchful eye of adults. Maybe it isn't important to do it that way since most adults, especially the women, are so happy that boys are kind, clean, and helpful that they don't care how it came to be. A few have even demanded that their boys remain naked for certain punishments. I think their daughters might have encouraged it when their brothers were not helpful or clean enough or brought home less than perfect grades. Not that I mind, especially when I get invited over.

So, I hope you enjoyed Lance's story. You only have my word on it that all of it is totally true. Or you can try and find where we live. As I said, you'll know it when you do, just compare the boys in our town to boys in any other town you've been to. My work on the boys will be readily apparent to even a casual observation.

Or perhaps you can find Unique Items, owned and operated by Leland Gaunt. He doesn't have a web page or even an email, so you are very unlikely to find the story by searching the web. But if you are in need of something, I'm sure he'll know what you need and will have it in the store at a price you can afford. It goes without saying, boys in my town are prohibited from shopping there.

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